Two hours later, as everyone's fatigue grew increasingly intense, and some mages began to grow restless on the backs of the rank Four Snow Wolves newly summoned by Ma Liang, Flowing Water, who had been drifting forward, came to an abrupt stop. At that moment, the Snow Spirit You Ming in the sky also ceased to move forward. Through the emotional aura they exuded, Ye Yinzhu sensed a feeling of reverence.
As the icy fog dispersed with the Snow Spirit You Ming, what appeared before their eyes was a small ice valley. The terrain of the valley was sunken, and without the protection of Snow Spirit You Ming, a cold and piercing chill rushed toward them. Ye Yinzhu, sitting on the back of the Golden Crystal Rage Dragon, couldn't help but shiver. Without the need for him to call upon his Douqi, the Green Silk on his wrist transferred a mellow and warm life energy into his body, warding off the cold from outside.